J is my baker. When we woke up to fresh snow, M with a tummy ache, sore throat and too sick to go to church - I turned on some Christmas music sending J and I to the mixer. I should say S and I made his version of cookies first. J always lets me make the allergy-free cookies first (one of the only times he steps aside). We always make something for him to look the same. After we measure and scoop each ingredient I have the boys repeat both, "1/2 teaspoon baking powder" and then they repeat in unison while standing on the black kitchen stools, "one-half teaspoon baking powder". 
Then we dump...or pour. S loves cracking eggs; J refuses because he doesn't like to get his hands dirty. Always one big smell of the vanilla ("mmm vanilla ice-cream" thinks J), and a taste of the brown sugar. Soon we had little Christmas trees and Santas baking in the oven. The house smelled like Christmas all day.
M joined us a bit later to work on legos and admire his brothers' culinary treats. A perfect Sabbath sick morning.
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